The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Simon’s expression changed in a flash, and the atmosphere around him instantly grew tense.

“You’re actually going to take it?” Simon snapped.

He shot Quentin a frosty glare, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

It looked like things were about to blow up any second.

Nina quickly grabbed Simon’s arm and gave it a little shake. “Simon, he just accepted your goodwill. Don’t get angry.”

Quentin didn’t miss the way Nina subtly defended him.

He smiled and said, “Mr. Reed, don’t get me wrong.”

Then he spoke in a gentle tone, with the right touch of hidden sadness. “Maybe it’s because my brothers and I never really got along, and the adults always had their favorites.

“This is the first time I’ve tasted anything like a brother’s cooking. And your food tastes pretty good. And I got carried away.”

His words were so flawless that no one could really fault him for it.

When Nina heard Quentin’s words, her eyes immediately softened with sympathy.

And when Quentin sincerely praised Simon’s cooking, Nina lit up as if she had found a soulmate. “Right? I think so. Simon’s food is always amazing.”

She gave Quentin’s arm a friendly pat, showing her understanding.

“If you like it, next time Simon cooks for me, I’ll save you some,” she offered cheerfully.

Then she turned to Simon, her eyes sparkling with pride. “If you ever quit being a cop, you could open a restaurant and totally snag a Michelin star.”

Simon narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two as they bantered back and forth. His annoyance deepened.

He felt like a helpless elder brother, watching his precious little sister happily walk right into the trap Quentin

had set for her.

“Simon,” Nina saw he was still in a bad mood and tried to steer the conversation away. “Did you eat yet?”

“No,” Simon said, his voice stiff, fixing Quentin with a hard stare.

He’d been up before dawn, simmering chicken soup to help Nina regain her strength. But the phone call left him shaken, and he had no appetite.

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When Nina heard Simon hadn’t eaten, she immediately felt bad for him.

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She fished a tender chicken leg out of the soup, placed it in an empty plate, set it in front of Simon with a bright smile, and said, “Simon, eat up.”

Almost at the same time, Quentin handed over the fork and spoon, setting them neatly by the bowl. He chimed in gently, “Simon, dig in.”

They teamed up so naturally that Simon got even angrier.

But when he looked up and saw Nina’s eyes sparkling with worry and hope, he forced himself to swallow all the words stuck in his chest, letting out a silent sigh.

The three of them ended up in this weird atmosphere as they started eating together.

The rich, savory aroma of chicken soup finally woke Pearlie from her cozy nap.

Its tiny nose twitched, and it darted right into the middle of the three, drawn by the mouthwatering scent.

Pearlie hopped up on its hind legs, front paws folded cutely in front of its chest, eyes glued to the table without blinking.

“Nina, what are you eating? It smells amazing,” Pearlie said, its whiskers twitching with excitement.

Nina laughed, tapping Pearlie’s wet nose. “It’s chicken soup. Wait here, and I’ll cook you some plain, unseasoned boiled chicken breast later, okay?”

Pearlie immediately struck a pose as if it wasn’t hungry at all, tilting its head. It said, “Actually, I don’t want it. I just want to come closer and sniff the smell.”

But with its eyes locked on the chicken and its mouth practically drooling, its act was busted right away.

Simon watched Pearlie put on its show. He knew Nina loved cuddling Pearlie at night, so he had already prepared something for it.

He grabbed a piece of plain, unsalted boiled chicken from the insulated bag, blew on it to cool it off, and handed it to Pearlie, who was obviously craving it but still trying to play it cool.

Pearlie couldn’t keep up the act anymore. It grabbed the chicken with both paws, let out a blissful whimper, and buried its whole face in it, devouring it in pure happiness.

With Pearlie joining in, the tension at the table eased up a bit.

It felt like that fleeting calm before the storm.

After they finished eating, Quentin got up and went to prepare medicine for Nina.

Simon swiftly cleared away the dishes and leftovers.

Nina sat on the bed, gently rubbing Pearlie’s round little belly to help it digest the food.

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She caught sight of the busy backs of Quentin and Quentin and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness! Maybe this storm has finally passed, she thought.

But just as that thought flashed through her mind, reality smacked her right in the face.

As Quentin was about to hand Nina her medicine and water, Simon reached out and intercepted the cup from Quentin’s hand smoothly.

Then he dropped the pill into Nina’s palm and held the cup steady to her lips, his broad back blocking Quentin’s view of Nina.

Quentin’s hand hovered in the air for a moment before he calmly withdrew it, slipping it into his pocket. He stood off to the side, watching quietly, his handsome face unreadable.

Simon set the empty cup down, about to show Quentin the door.

But Quentin beat him to it, his tone steady and professional. “I’ll need to draw some blood from Nina for a complete blood count later. Her fever keeps coming back, and I won’t feel at ease until we run a thorough check.”

As he spoke, his eyes lingered on Nina with concern. Then, he glanced at his watch and added, “Simon, if I’m not mistaken, the Monday morning meeting at the police department is pretty important. You might be late if you don’t head out soon.”

Quentin’s gaze was sincere, as if he were truly caring about Simon. Then, he added casually, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Nina here.”

With that, Quentin smoothly took charge, making it clear he was the one in control now.

Simon’s jaw tightened, and he stared at Quentin angrily.

After a moment, he managed a fake smile. “Fine. Thanks for the reminder, Dr. Hayes.”

He grabbed his coat. Before turning away, he looked at Quentin and said again, “Thank you very much, Dr. Hayes.”

In fact, his repetitive thanks came out sounding like a warning.

Quentin’s face stayed calm. He nodded slightly. “My pleasure.”

Simon didn’t bother with any more words. He just let out a cold, dismissive huff and turned on his heel, leaving the room.

Simon made his way to the police department. At the meeting, Grant, the captain of the Detective Squad, immediately sensed Simon’s anger.

After the meeting, Grant asked with concern, “Mr. Reed, didn’t you and Nina just pull off a major bust, nabbing that fugitive who had been on the run for twelve years? Why do you look so down?”

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